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... an’s head buzzed with a "clang clang" sound.

He felt that those advanced civilizations were becoming increasingly shameless, giving off a sense of disillusionment.

Even Old Cat widened his eyes: "Didn’t expect these high-level civilizations would even beautify themselves in their last words."

But this approach also allowed Lu Yuan to pick up a huge bargain.

If the "Hebrew Civilization" had scattered their investments of the temple of [Monster] around the world, ho ...

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